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hulk vc : fight?
❝ NO , NO : FOR THE TENTH TIME , HULK , THEY DIDN'T LOOK AT YOU FUNNY , AND YOU DO NOT NEED TO RETALIATE . that's just the way they are ------------ their facial structure is different to ours . do not fight them ; if there's one thing we don't need today , it's an army angry trolls on our tails . ❞
𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁. / @wmdrage said : “ no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers. ”
she hears the chime of her phone go off somewhere in the room -------- she isn't exactly in the mood ( or the position ) to start looking around for it with any real enthusiasm, but the fact it isn't blasting in her ear at least means it's not sitting there on the bedside table like it's supposed to.
after the third go - around of her ringtone ( and no end in sight; whoever is waiting there on the other end doesn't seem to want to save her the trouble and leave a message ), she's beginning to wonder if she should at least get up to find her phone ------ if only to put it on silent for the rest of the morning.
she barely shifts in bed beside him, but even her vague motion of simply suggesting getting up gets put down pretty quickly ------ his arm around her goes from lax over her side to a little more alert, and his voice murmurs his really persuasive advice into the back of her neck.
"you know something, you're absolutely right," she even goes as far as to tug his arm a little tighter around her. "probably shouldn't get up until it's at least june."
i can see you peeking through the vents, clint. i promise it won't hurt as much as last time.
THE YEARLY PHYSICAL 2022
❝ You always say that. ❞ Clint slid deeper into the vents. He had snacks. He will stay in here as long as it takes. They won’t take him alive.
it's already the 15th. but bruce still slides a single red tulip and a small chocolate bar, beet red and not saying anything as he walks away in a hurry. they can talk about it later. hopefully. / @wmdrage.
it's a shame she hadn't heard him come over ----------- she managed to miss out on the approach of it all, now forever left wondering about how many times bruce managed to talk himself out of the whole thing before once again switching course on the pivot of a shoe.
( all she knows for now, at least, is that she's glad he listened to whatever part of him decided to go ahead and go through with the gesture. )
she does notice the items he leaves on the only free corner of the computer desk she's been stuck behind for the better part of the last day or so ---- the bright red of the flower a stark contrast to the black metal of the desk. and even with the candy bar being there as well, her attention for the moment is on the tulip. ( that and lifting her gaze up quickly enough to be able to watch just him flee the scene as if he's the spy out of the two of them, not her. at least she's got that image to go on for a little while. )
she laughs quietly to herself once he's out of eyesight ----- gently picking up the flower and spinning the stem between her fingers a few times before resting the petals against her lips. the little gestures he does when he thinks she can't see always manage to make her fall for him just a little bit more than she already has; today's being no exception. maybe one of these days he'll actually stick around so she can thank him in the moment instead of having to wait until later.
which -------- she's definitely planning on doing the moment he's close enough for her to say ' thankyou '.
[ STEADY ]
YOUR WEAPONS ARE NO MATCH FOR A MIGHTY GOD , Thor’s taunts boomed , sealing his fate with premature arrogance . the magic laced in the arsenal of these witch - like elves seemed to be forged with his pain in mind : for they delivered , draining him of energy , amplifying every collision against his body until the god of thunder was brought to his knees . a rarity , and he would’ve found himself at valhalla’s golden halls had the Hulk not intervened , managing to fight off the remaining opponents . a symphony of roars , contradicting the fearful screams , on a backdrop of whispering stars and swirling clouds . the battle was over .
Bruce finally found the demigod in the forest , surrounded by the remnants of an altercation won . steadying his companion , Bruce helped Thor up , hand on his chest as anchorage . strength from companionship seemed to entwine with the strength of his people and the trees around him , taking root in his bones and blossoming slowly through his body until he found himself able to speak again , staggering slowly into the clearing .
❝ the dokkalfar shouldn't have access to weaponry like this ------------ nor should they be on miðgarðr . something is wrong . ❞
hand extended for mjölnir , and Thor gives pause to appreciation , to the trust he’s built so effortlessly with Banner and the Hulk , in equal measure . head rests against Bruce’s, eyes momentarily close , a final plea to the nine for strength to see himself home .
❝ once again , you saved my life , Bruce . I hope you know I won’t forget it . ❞
@wmdrage : p.
𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒. 👀
“well, considering the only place i seem to see you more than i do at headquarters is at my apartment ------- and more specifically the right side of the bed, i think you might know the answer to that one."
》𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜. | @wmdrage said : "help me choose something to wear?" :))
SHE’S GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE OVER AT AVENGER’S TOWER IN A HALF HOUR ---------------- as well as the part about how she’s all dressed up with somewhere to go, and he had answered the door still in an undershirt. ( its something she should at least anticipate knowing how much he likes to drag his feet with these things; and shame on her for not insisting on coming over EARLIER in the evening so they could get ready together. )
her second hope is that he’s at least set aside a few options for her to choose from, but when she sees nothing set out on his bed, it’s clear she’s going to be spending a little MORE time getting familiar with his closet. “do you still have that gucci suit from last time? or was it michael kors, i can’t remember...”
what she’s really doing as she goes through each article hanger by hanger is making sure his old go - to suit is nowhere to be found. -------at least there’s some solace in him not answering the door wearing THAT this time around. “either way, you looked really good in it.” ( so much so that she’s pretty sure that, interestingly enough, it didn’t actually stay on for very long past the end of the party. )
she pokes her head back out of the closet a few minutes later, a pair of cellophane covered black trousers draped over her shoulder. “alright you. pajama pants off ..... i can help if you want.”
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. / @wmdrage said : [ THUMB ] + [ ANOTHER ] -- sender gently runs their thumb across receiver's lips before leaning in to kiss them ; following the first kiss, sender places another brief one on the receiver's mouth.
THEY’RE BOTH AWARE OF THE FACT THEIR TIME ALONE HERE IS ALWAYS LIMITED ------------- for all the secrecy that SHIELD touts and prides itself in, somehow whatever door they try to hide behind for ANY amount of time suddenly renders itself unable to STAY SHUT, let alone lock. so it always feels as if they need to RUSH ------------ if every second they manage has been stolen instead of EARNED ( considering the way they’ve been able to hide this ---- them ---- at all in this environment should be proof enough that they deserve some kind of reward, right? )
so this one comes under the guise of yet - another - coffee delivery, sharon fine with ignoring the fact he’s already got THREE paper cups filled to varying degrees on the desk behind him. it’s a mundane excuse, sure ------------ between his brilliant mind and her spy background one would assume they could come up with something a little more elevated when it came to secret rendezvous, but sometimes the most readily available option works out just fine. it means there’s more time for this.
when he reaches out to brush his thumb along the pad of her bottom lip, he says it’s because she’s got something there after she takes a sip of her drink ----------- and she’s surer and sure there’s not a SPECK on her, but she’s not about to PROTEST what he’s doing, even if it’s charmingly cliché as far as excuses to get to TOUCH her go. so of course she plays along, feigning a NIP at him before he leans in to replace his thumb with a KISS; an act she’s so eager to reciprocate she almost drops her drink on the floor.
someone’s comm PINGS at the worst possible moment; she’s not exactly eager to look and see which is to blame, and neither is he. a SECOND ping moments later gets a GROAN from her against his mouth, the realization setting in that she’s the one who’s going to have to break this little moment up.
“it’s me, i should go see what they want,” the sigh that follows is as much apologetic as it is annoyed with having to leave almost as quickly as she’d come. “and try not to punch anyone in the nose over it.” ( and when he leans in to kiss her a SECOND TIME, the laugh she hears before he does assures her that he doesn’t think she’d really not be able to keep her hands to herself anymore than she does. )
